I long to turn the pages of history
Of sound-sound shining days
Behind the measuring span of time
Where the vision of Miracle shone
Not miracle-
But as the moderns say
(The world of miracle
Where divine majesty played)
That made the nation shine bright
With bright halo round her head.
Today-
Too closely to my heart
Too brightly to my eyes
Too sweet musing to my ears
And too enthusiastic to my soul
Snatches me swift to that region
That the screens of memory uninherited
The pages of history all ravished
Still-
Still my heart is bending
To one miracle more
Miracle- that might transport my heart
To that span
Where I could see the Majestic sights
And talk to Majestic lips.
Exquisite! So much nobility and so many lessons to be found in history!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful write! Back to glorious past!